Gerry had died the night before.
In between telephone calls, dreams and prayers I managed to talk him.
He
seemed
younger.
Inmersed in pride and sadness I told him we had things to do, that he shouldn’t leave
- at the time I didn’t realize that I don’t tend to think in death as a determinant key in relationships -.
With his innocent and wise vision he made me understand we would still be working together…We should wait for me to wake up.
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